Crimson Rambler
Philip Leslie Hale
"I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands."
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, p. 99
"This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swarm up with leaden spades and stir up an impenetrable cloud, which screens their obscure operations from your sight."
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, p. 23
Philip Leslie Hale
"I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands."
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, p. 99
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, p. 23
Moonlight Sonata
Ralph Albert BlakelockConnection
Third Wall